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Disclaimer: Flowers are pretty, but I wouldn't name anyone after them; therefore, I am not JKR :P

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They left him on my doorstep.

They just left him there.

My nephew, an infant younger than my own son, already the target of murderers country-wide, and they left him on my doorstep.

And I knew, suddenly, what this meant.

She was gone.

Not, 'I'm off to Hogwarts and I'll write you as often as I can' gone. She was just…gone.

I had no choice but to scoop him up and bring him inside, at least. Even if the only thing I could protect him from was the unusually brisk October air.

I set him down on the kitchen table, not knowing what else to do with him.

Then I stared.

He's grown since the last time Lily bothered to send me a picture. Was that only a few months ago? Well, I suppose I can't fault her for not writing often—I barely write her at all.

He looks extraordinarily like his father.

Bastard.

He stole my sister permanently, he did. And he didn't waste any time about it, either. She was always writing home about him, one way or another. Her very first letter home was all about some Potter who wouldn't leave her alone and always made fun of that Snape boy from down the street.

Good riddance as far as that Snape is concerned. I wonder whatever happened to him? One summer he just didn't come back, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since.

But at least he's gone. This Potter, on the other hand…he walked into my sister's life and that was the end of it. I knew she wasn't coming back.

So I stopped trying, too.

I suddenly noticed a small envelope tucked in to his blankets.

Well, how very kind of them. They left him an envelope to protect him. Do these magic folk not have eyes? Did they notice that he is only a child? Give him better protection!

Sighing, and thanking the good lord that Vernon was asleep and Dudley seemed in the mood to sleep soundly as well, I took the envelope and opened it carefully. I pulled out a bit of old-fashioned parchment paper.

Honestly, can't these people just move on to normal paper and nice, ball-point pens?

I could barely believe my eyes as I was reading. Part of me wasn't sure that I was reading correctly.

But I had always excelled in grammar and reading comprehension, so I must be reading correctly.

I folded the paper shut and looked up to see that he had woken.

Big, bottle-green eyes were staring at me curiously.

Damn.

Why did he have to have Lily's eyes? If he had just looked like his father I would have been able to send him away, put him up for adoption or something.

He blinked and cooed at me.

He is a remarkably good baby. Dudley always wakes up screaming. And then, of course, Dudley keeps screaming.

I sighed. This is the only thing that I can do for my sister.

It's the only thing I've ever been able to do for her. Honestly, I've been shit for an older sister, but there's not much you can really do when your younger sister can make magic come out of a stick and all you can do is curl your hair. What was I supposed to teach her?

Well, either way, what's past is past.

This is all I can do for her now.

I'm not eager to tell Vernon.

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